-RED/Inception/White Collar- Frank didn't set out to raise master criminals. Let that be stated for the record. Until quite recently, in fact, he believed in the law, despite all the things he'd seen and done. - Neal&Arthur are Frank's sons-

Louie knows he's going to die. If the CIA dad doesn't get him, that brother with the knives and damned FBI in his pocket sure will.

Except, no, looking past the gun to the guy holding it - Louie says, "But you don't even like the dude!"

"You should do better research, mate," Tattoos and Muscle snarls, before setting the gun on the railing and pulling out... oh, fuck. A fucking knife. "Now, I'm going to kill you, all the same, but because Arthur is alive, I'll simply draw it out a little less. How's that sound?"

Louie swallows, looking around for a way out. There's none.

"Also, because Arthur is alive - look at me when I talk to you," he says, voice sharp as that knife, and Louie looks at him. "Because Arthur is alive, Frank and Neal are letting me do what I like to you. You're lucky."

Gathering his courage and desire to live, Louie charges him.

The guy - Eames, isn't it? Eames, Arthur's rival, a guy who according to everything would willingly stand back and let Arthur die – steps to the side and shoves the knife hilt-deep into Louie's shoulder.

Fuck, but it hurts. He shrieks, trying to get away, but Eames' grip is iron on his arm, and he twists the knife.